Our Private Summit
I listened to Camilla talking about global warming, the ocean plastic crisis and the deforestation of the Amazon rainforest. Words crowded behind her lips: I silenced them with a kiss. We stayed ten eternal seconds in that first intimate contact.
“I didn’t see it coming,” she told me, when she recovered.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I knew it could happen, but not so soon. I thought you were harmless.”
“The same they say about climate change.”
We spent all afternoon enjoying our private summit, evaluating the measures to be taken in the future. We started to negotiate ecological caress credits.
From Guest Contributor Marcelo Medone
Marcelo (1961, Buenos Aires, Argentina) is a fiction writer, poet, essayist and screenwriter. His works have received numerous awards and have been published in magazines and books, individually or in anthologies, in multiple languages in more than 40 countries all over the world, including the US.
He has been nominated for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.
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